Exploring your sexuality while also being paid for it? Who wouldn’t jump on the opportunity if it presented itself to them? It had afforded me the means to leave my shitty homelife, and make my own way in the world. My first had been a wealthy woman who liked my snarky attitude. She’d introduced me to my first scene, and paid me handsomely for the exchange. My next client that followed was one of her business associates, an older man still in his prime, who’d taught me how to relax my throat in a way I was sure I’d be thankful for when it came time to try and swallow the absolute freaking monster Rema kept contained in his pants.
I’d pressed into it enough, especially when we’d danced together back on Korsal. Being momentarily struck dumb just from the feel of a cock through pants had been a new experience for me, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I mean, I’d seen Ohem’s, and oh my god, what a fucking weapon he just walked around with. RIP Jack’s pussy. But Rema gave him a run for his money if what I felt was anything to go by.
My eyes strayed to Rema’s crotch across from me where he sat mansplayed out in the way of all males it seemed. My mouth watered, and heat pooled between my legs until I had to squeeze my thighs together to assuage the ache. He was hard, the outline of him pressing against the soft cloth of the Rijiteran pants was distinct even though he wore black. Thick didn’t even begin to describe it. It was going to take so much lube and special care to get that beast inside of me. A shiver cascaded over me, goosebumps rising at the mental image.
“Did I ever tell you what a nice cock you have, Rema?” I asked him, not taking my eyes off it.
A strangled sound had me looking up to his shocked face, his blush deepening to a dark pink while he stared at me with wide eyes.
“What?” he choked out.
“Your cock. It’sverynice. Big enough to make me wonder if I can fit it inside me all at once, or if we are going to have to work at it over time, stretch my pussy out little by little before you’ll fit? What do you think?” I asked, tilting my head to the side and smiling, heat spreading all over my body. My face felt especially hot, and I brought my hand up to fan myself.
His wings twitched behind him where he had them folded so he’d fit in the seat, like they wanted to flare out in shock. He was very expressive with them, not that his emotions didn’t march across his face like a halftime band for all to see, and now that I could taste his shocked flood of arousal, the taste of it almost too hot to bear, it made reading him oh so easy.
I’d flabbergasted him into silence. He was completely lost for words, his primary hands wrapped around the metal restraint hard enough to make it groan while his secondary set were clenched into fists on his thighs. Thighs he’d tensed with each word I’d spoken, probably because he was afraid that any movement would have the now even harder cock ripping right through his pants.
“Well? What do you think? Don’t be shy,” I coaxed, trying to keep the pant out of my voice as I stared at his dick.
He shifted in his seat, fidgeting. “I think… we will have to be slow. You are very small, Patty.”
“Tight,” I said, my voice rough. A flower bloomed at my wrist, followed by another on my forearm. I could see more out of the corner of my eye, blooming in my hair and around my temples.
“W-what?” Rema asked, his fidgeting getting more pronounced as the scent of my heat saturated the confines of the shuttle.
“It’s going to be a very tight fit, Rema. Very, very tight. And wet. I’m so fucking wet right now.”
I shifted my eyes from his dick to watch the display of emotions flash across his face. The widening of his eyes, followed by the darkening of his blush. His pupils fully dilated, swallowing the silver of his iris. Desperate desire, a near feral aggression, and curiosity mixed with nerves.
“Anu! Get us in orbit. Now,” Rema growled when he found his voice again after a hard swallow, his gaze taking in all the blooms on my body with a crazed light in his eyes.
The shuttle picked up speed, I hadn't even felt us take off, and the small dip in the air told me we’d passed out of the atmosphere and into space.
I lifted my hands, curling my blackened fingers into claws and made cat biscuits in the air, biting my lips with a smile and scrunching my nose at him.
Rema’s laugh burst out of him as he shook his head at me. “I never know what you are going to say next, Patty. Life with you will be very interesting,” he said, eyes softening as he stared at me.
Dropping my hands to my lap, I shrugged. “Neither do I, if I’m honest. Shit just pops out before I have time to think about it. At least you’ll never be bored.”
Another huff of laughter, followed by throat clearing as he shifted in his seat again, his legs widening, and then he jerked his chin towards the clearing side of the shuttle. The fake glass that was actually just a viewing screen opened up fully to show a gleaming white ship, roughly the size of a mountain, waiting for us. “Our ship.”
Eyes widening, I sat forwards as much as I could, trying to take it all in. The white Rijiteran vessel was shot through with gold lines, sleek, and shaped vaguely like a rifle, shimmering in the light of Korsal’s star with ominous warning. My scalp prickled asI caught sight of all the gunports along its front and sides. There was a two-pronged cannon situated on the very top of the ship, towards the front, a statement to all that we meant business, and that even an ambassador’s vessel was a war machine. My heart squeezed, a knot forming in my throat. I had to blink my eyes a few times to clear them. This was one hell of a gift. “Holy shit, Anu. That thing is fancy as hell. Thank you.”
You are welcome. Only the very best for you, Patty. Now, if you think the ship is impressive, what are your thoughts on this?
Thrusters fired at the rear of the white ship, shifting it slowly forward and revealing the orbital station. A gasp escaped me as another wave of goosebumps rose when the light from Korsal’s smaller sun glinted off the white metal of the massive structure. I pressed my face against the glass, my breath making fog marks across it, as I tried to take it all in. It was orbs, descending in size from moon sized at the top, to state sized at the very bottom, and connected by six cylindrical support columns between each orb level. The columns had round view ports roughly as tall as I was, so I was guessing those were the walkways? They were big enough from this distance that it looked like they might even be social places as well? I was imagining the corridors of a mall, and a grin stretched my lips so wide it hurt. This was fucking cool!
The orbs were rotating slowly in opposite directions, one clockwise, the other counter, and so on. Spires thrust out from the top orb and the bottom, with blinking lights covering the varying sized metal. What really caught my attention though, was the whole structure was absolutelybristlingwith weapons. Cannons and turret guns, free floating security drones that lazily floated around the station shaped like Manta rays, if rays had guns instead of a face. To top off the massive middle finger that was the orbital station, the whole thing was covered in atransparent red haze, Anu’s version of the force field that Rakis had used.
“Fuck, Anu. That’s quite the statement,” I breathed against the glass, my heart racing.
It said, ‘Eat shit and die.’ Anu’s chuckle filtering through the comms system of the shuttle was all dark intentions and morbid humor.I thought it was a nice touch. Let the Unity know that the Rijiteran's are back, and very angry. And that we have started rebuilding our Empire, with Korsal only one of the many to join us.
No one would be landing on this planet without our leave anytime soon. The station would blow them into molecule sized pieces before they even stopped transitioning. I grinned, looking around the planet and seeing what was the equivalent of a traffic jam in space as shuttles jockeyed for a spot in the holding patterns around Korsal. More and more ships arrived every day, and we were starting to run out of space for the aliens on the ground. It would be nice to start unloading ships onto the station.
“How many docking stations are there?” Rema asked, his voice still strained. He hadn’t moved to sit beside me like he normally would when we saw something new or cool. Anu was going to have to replace that support bar. But, with how fast her machines put together the station, one lone bar wasn’t going to be a problem.
Each port has one hundred docking stations.
